Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

Occasionally biting lightly,

That adorable look,

Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Makes the mammy's breath begin to disorder, dizzy forehead, panting,

Mammy's face flushed red,

lips parted slightly,

The small tip of the tongue responded enthusiastically to Ryan's enta,

And then gently round the tip of Mammy's tongue,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

From time to time he stretched out his fragrant too add food to his mother's lips,

Then gently ched his teeth,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

Taste the wine in

slowly...slowly...

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Small drops of water oozing from the tip of the nose,

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

ig,

Pure and charming,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

Lean couldn't help but bow his head to hold her lips,

The lips slowly pressed together,